Legends of Belariath
Jarod Nevwinter
It was just recently the sylvan started to have the blocked out memories start to trail back to him. Seems changes in the weather or seasons did that to him the longer he was around these lands. Thankfully Jarod did not drink like he used to, that had been his way of coping with them. Of course these memories could be spoken of at this very time. However, it would be best to start with the past that is easily told.
Jarod as a young man had been forced out of the elven city in which he had resided. It was at this point that Jarod took to living in the forest. He fared well, but as a group of cat males spotted him they made their way to Jarod. They had seen the elf heal himself so thinking quickly they asked him to come back with them. They offered to have some of their own kind teach him more of that particular profession of his. They simply required him to serve as needed amongst his new family, and to learn how to speak catfolk as well.
Well all was well for quite some time in this family of his he had grown to feel part of. Then came the day when he became of age and the cat males came to him again. It was then he was enlightened that due to the agreement he had made back then, that he was now at the beck and call of any cat girl that wished him in any way. This was the time where everything for him there slowly started to seemingly fall apart. For one particular cat girl by the name of Serine decided he was hers; And showed this by whipping the hell out of him til he finally gave in.
Serine made his life hell but Jarod always did as he was told by the girl. Of course this did not keep him from having a mate of his own behind Serine's back. The sweet cat girl's name was Lazhuuli and they had met the first night he had arrived. The two of them always made sure to meet when Serine was asleep, the last thing Jarod and Lazhuuli needed was Serine to discover them together. Serine had blatently forbid him to have a mate and to only be with any of whom she commanded him to. Granted Jarod was usually submissive in general, he just would not stop seeing Lazhuuli.
Serine all of sudden started to have the cat girls take Jarod far more forcefully now. It was apparent to the sylvan she was going out of her way to try and break him for good. Well, after months of this came and passed Jarod got sick of it and started to get forceful back. Obviously Serine took note because she had the cat girls back off. Then again it wasn't hard to notice that Jarod was having to heal them occasionally after it was all said and done. Then things got strange for the elf, at that point Serine... became caring all of a sudden. It bothered him and soon it would be seen that the feeling in his gut was for a good reason
After a few weeks of Serine being all nice and sweet, which was unlike the girl entirely, she asked Jarod to be her mate. This put Jarod in a bad place because Lazhuuli was already his mate, not Serine. Jarod avoided answering her for a few days until she cornered him and just wouldn't stop. So Jarod finally admiteed it and told Serine he was Lazhuuli's. The look of pure hate and anger that fell upon Serine's face scared the bloody hell out of him. Jarod was even more so when the cat girl just walked off without saying a word at all and seemingly disappeared. Then came the scream that made his skin crawl...
Then the pair came into view, Serine and Lazhuuli. Serine had one hand around Lazhuuli's throat, a dagger held in the other. Jarod started to make his way over to them but Serine just glared at him. He was given a choice right then and there, choose Serine and never be with Lazhuuli again; Or choose Lazhuuli and try to take his chances saving her. Jarod, being young and naive, chose the latter of the two choices. Off he ran as fast as he feet could take him to try and disarm Serine. That was teh second mistake as seeing this, Serine slid the dagger across Lazhuuli's neck and she fell to the ground.
What came to pass next is what the elf has never spoken of, and haunts him to this day. Seeing Lazhuuli fall to the ground, already gone, Jarod snapped. He grabbed Serine by the throat and slammed her into a tree roughly, quite a few times. As Serine laid on the ground, leaning against the tree she looked to Jarod with her eyes begging for mercy. Now, the right thing to do would have been to let her go and heal her even. But, seeing nothing but revenge and nothing more Jarod picked up the dagger that laid upon the ground and drove it into her stomach. He watched her fall to the ground and then to the others.
After that he bid his farewells to the cat folk he had lived with all those years and ventured to Nanthelion. Many already know what has passed since his arrival. The crazed kitten Obsession claiming him, the plot against Lloathe, his growing close to Ariellia. He has also become a member of the Noble Tamryn's house. Jarod now hopes to make himself usefull and maybe someday redeem himself for his past.